Deep into that darkness peering,long I stood there, wondering, fearing...
Voluptuous hips, each curve and indent brimmed with femininity that stems so far as the feathered plummage, dancing as the ember flames of hell would as the woman moves a step closer to her dearest friend for whom anger consumed her. The vitgal liquid was boiling within her own veins, fiery orange orbs observing even more individuals decided to join their unwanted gathering and all their eyes was on the ivory king. The autumn babe could not help but notice the confidence her King spoke with, Tyranis might have been their High Lord but Hannibal will always remain her King and she his Queen.
The confidence with which Hannibal spoke with was the confidence of the phoenix, of one who has suffered into ash, reborn in the flames of hot pain and commanded to sing. That was confidence hard-won yet deep, anchored in the true battle and hardships. You can get out the way you got in before it is too late. word dippsed in venom where hissed at the challenging man. Black disks that swam in the pools of crystalline oragne hues, dilated. Her face, though seemingly stoic, began to show signs of bubbling agitation. How dare someone treat them with such actions! And, to make things worse, for no reason! Her ears were quick to shoot back against her bristled nape, as she lowered her head upon rolled shoulders. Her eyes slowly began to dwindle in circumference. Nephthys spread her legs apart and bent them at the elbows and knees slightly, for optimal balance. Her jaws would finally part, as she craned her head to protect her throat. Her tail though wanting to stand proudly above her back, would force itself to remain frigid behind her ankles.
The slave is watching over them she whispered towards the ebon man, Ezio, as he approached the two women. The concern that poured from his tones appreciated. Thick claws dug into the soft terrain from beneath her teeth, her muscles remained tensed and glued to the spot, there was no need to make a bigger mess than Tyranis already did however it seems that someone had other plans. Acere. when the male voiced his motives she gritted her murderous canined from effort to remain silent, her hunched form exuded an animosity that was like acid - burning, slicing, potent. Every word only fueling the fire that burned inside of me. But she knew better than anyone that it is not the loudest individual they should be scared of but by the calmest and in these moments the autumn babe decided to stop and analyze. Registering each and every word within her mind, repeating it for herself over and over again as it washed over her in waves. Both of them recently gave birth to their spawns and they had to protect them. That was their priority not anger, not pride, that was a battle for another day. Her rigid form turned to the ashen queen, parting her lips to let words that only she could hear, Kiss the paws if it means you get to stick a claw in his throat later. she whispered softly towards her, pheripheral vision watching the mane, A beautiful loss is still a loss, and an ugly win is still a win. Be smart. she encouraged her most trusted friend before her attention returned towards Acere, her ebon, full lips peeling in order to expose her ivories.
